[Event Post]

[ogrewarrior]

A man sits on a park bench, holding his head. He looks like he might be walking off a three month bender of pitchers of gin, shame, and regret. There might have been some whiskey in there too. He rubs at his face as he stares up at the sun, winces, and looks back down. 

"...what... What the hell did I do?"

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[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

Get wasted? Or is that too simple to state?

*oh hey, it's your friendly drunken hallucination. Remember him?*

[imajin-all-the.livejournal.com]

::That's a fist punching you in the nose. Hard.::

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

Oh god this guy. He looks you up and down, then reaches up to tap you on the shoulder.*

"That's... Probably too simple. Last thing I remember, I was challenged to a drinking contest by this big... Demon? Some kinda monster."

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

*Well, this isn't surprising! He goes backwards, toppling over the bench and sort of just. Laying there.*

"...Hey dear. Is this about the fire, the just now escaping back here, or just your way of saying hello?"

[imajin-all-the.livejournal.com]

All 3, ass fuck.

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad you haven't lost any vigor."

*He sits back up, holding his nose.*

"I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you're pissed with me."

[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

*he's... solid? You guess. He's there but you'd swear he's not entirely there. He moves his shoulder back though*

Oh, yes, that always is a great idea to accept. I mean, what isn't more fun than trying to do a drinking contest with something that is as likely to crush and kill others when properly intoxicated?

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, that's what I always say when people challenge me to drinking contests, but they never seem to listen to that. So then, I think I burned down my house, end up somewhere in the Dark World, and they just keep feeding me booze and feeding me booze and..."

*there's a pause as he stares up at you*

"...You're real, right? Not a hallucination? I mean, you're prolly not HUMAN, but you're real?"

[imajin-all-the.livejournal.com]

::Punches you with an uppercut via the Jaw.::

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

*He takes it like a man, going back to the ground, but rolls backwards. Mostly to be out of your range.*

"...Yeah, that's what I figured. You ain't usually this rough."

[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes, Dark World. I've always heard about the place-- apparently they're really friendly there.

And yes. I'm real. I don't think you can tap hallucinations, right?

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"You'd be surprised at what I can do. But, yeah, looks like I was there for what I thought was three days and here I am months from what I remember. ...Do you even have a name hallucination?"

[imajin-all-the.livejournal.com]

You left me homeless, to deal with the police, and you betrayed my trust, you ninth rate asshole. How else am I supposed to react. ::Runs up and tries to punch again. This time at the chest.::

[beastkingnaoma.livejournal.com]

"Huh, I thought Geo beat you into a coma or something."

[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

"Shian".

Are you sure it was three days? I mean, it might have just been constantly dark to you, so maybe you lost a bit of track here or there among your drunken shambling.

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"That's a new one! Maybe I should try and get it up to tenth rate? Or maybe first rate?"

*He's got enough adrenaline pumping now that he can start moving backwards really fast, mostly away from you! So either you still chase him, or the punch goes wild*

"Seriously though, they should get the wonky time fixed between dimensions, it's kinda frustrating."

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"...Nah, I just probably drank a demon to death and wandered back here. ...Has he been saying he did? That's pretty awesome. Boy has balls."

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"...Maybe. It FEELS like three days, but time ain't ever really been a friend to me. And I'm Kaz, Shian. Nice to meet you formally."

[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

Well, that's a first. People don't usually find such a pleasure in actually formally meeting me.

And if there's one thing I remember about being drunk it's that time doesn't want to listen to you. Maybe I'm not a hallucination and I'm just a alcoholic spirit, here to tell you that you might've screwed up.

And also being jealous that you got to drink. But just a guess!

[beastkingnaoma.livejournal.com]

"Nah, I just heard something about some ogre and a kid fighting in Tokyo and assumed if was you guys."

[imajin-all-the.livejournal.com]

::Chases him.:: And what the fuck are you talking about, assfuck?

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"Jeez, I just... That's too much for me to wrap my head around tonight." *He sighs*

"So, Shian. I'm gonna guess that your... whateverthehell status, keeps you from getting drunk?"

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"I'm saying that I was stuck in some dark world shitty place for... Three days? It's been like three days, right?"

*He just stays right out of range, because he doesn't want to die just yet!*

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"It's probably some other father son duo who hates each other. So, uh. What's new, Naoma?"

[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, completely.

I mean, I could fix it, but it comes with the perk of not having to worry about a few silly things.